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alexiapp · 25 days

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summary: you and your wife finally have some alone time. you plan to make the most of it.

warnings: SMUT 18+, (r receiving) oral, fingering, corse language, top!leah he he

a/n: for context, leah is retired, hence the two preteens. got it? good! you may proceed

word count: 2.1k

Being a parent meant a multitude of things.

It meant being needed. There was always a constant stream of demands. Sports. Doctors appointments. Last minute pieces of homework and late night supermarket runs.

It meant sleepless nights and early mornings. When the baby’s cries pierce the silence, and you stumble out of bed, bleary-eyed and exhausted. Breakfast times full of spilt juice and lunches left on the kitchen counter. Letters home from school for late arrivals.

Being a parent meant endless love and boundless patience. It meant witnessing your child's first steps and hearing their first words. Life lessons in tying shoelaces and graduating from sippy cups. Missing teeth on picture day.

It meant sacrifices, sometimes putting your own needs aside to ensure others’ were met. Eating lukewarm dinners whilst you soothed a toddler with a grazed knee. Declined invitations for drinks replaced by nights in with full diapers and colic.

Being a parent meant you had an utter lack of privacy.

Especially on weekends.

It was early. Too early for a Saturday. The sun just about peaking over the roofs of houses and the morning dew still wet diamonds on grass. And hopefully your moans muffled by egyptian cotton whilst paired with the morning chirps of the sparrows nesting in the conifers in your backyard.

She’s been graced with rare silence. A hum of quiet through the house as she peels her eyes open and finds them blinking away the dawn. No misplaced P.E kit. No preteen drama echoing down the landing. Just her, her wife and the strategic wandering of warm hands.

You stir slightly at her touch. Twitching as her fingers trace along your shoulder. Your neck. The underside of your jaw. She could see your eyes moving behind their lids, and she chuckled at how you shifted when she moved sleep mussed hair from your face.

“What time is it?” You murmur, your voice still heavy with sleep.

She replies with her lips against your bare shoulder. “Early”. It was a whisper. Her breath ghosting across your skin sending a shiver down your spine.

You hum in satisfaction. Rolling over, stretching as you did. The duvet shifting to reveal a smattering of bruising across your bare chest. Gradients of purples and blues. A signature left the last time she had the pleasure of getting to see her wife this way.

With kids nothing is sacred. Showers that were once shared gasping into each other's mouths now quick jobs of practically. What would have been spontaneous trists against the kitchen counter have been replaced with delicate planning and aligned schedules.

Except times like this.

When the kids are occupied. Their adolescence spearheading their ability to act independently. Video Games set up downstairs. Sleeping in late as the consequence of midnight movie watching. They were old enough to occupy themselves now, and it was something you have never been more grateful for.

“What plans have we got on the rota for today?” You ask, then lean up to catch her lips with yours. Exhaling out your nose when she lingers.

She savors the taste of you for a moment longer, then replies with a smile, “for a change, nothing”

She lets her eyes travel down your body. A glaringly obvious yet silent indication of what she wanted to do to fill your rare free time.

You were just as tuned in to your surroundings as she was. Your body stilling and eyes narrowing slightly as you listen for any noise. No arguing about whose turn it was with the remote. No thud of the football against the wall outside. The coast was clear. You approved of her ogling.

Adjusting yourself so you were flat on your back again, you grabbed her hand as you went. Pulling her down with you as you settled against the pillows once more.

“You think you can be quiet?” She asks, though she knows exactly what the answer will be.

You nod, and her green eyes glint in the morning sun. The apples of her cheeks still flushed pink from sleep.

She leans on an elbow, a hand keeping her head upright as she uses the other to trace the curves and rivulets of your body. Starting at your collarbone, a single finger drawing delicately over soft skin. Then down your chest, circling each violet mark she’d gifted you a few days prior, before her touch whispered down the valley of your breasts.

You giggle softly when she pushes the covers off you further, tickling your stomach. The stretch marks under your naval textured beneath her fingers.

She toys with the waistband of your panties when she gets there. Frilly little things that make her mouth water.

“New set?”

“Got it last week”

“On your girls trip?”

“Mhm”

She taps your hip bone and you lifted your hips for her. Smooth and practiced as you slide your underwear down your legs. Yes you had some cherished time alone, but the practicality of swiftly undressing yourselves after years of marriage and kids was a habit you couldn’t easily shake.

When her own clothes have been shed and discarded into the belly of the room somewhere, she rolls atop you. Arms caging you in as she runs her nose along the length of yours, smiling when you crane your neck to attack her lips.

“Impatient woman” she scolds playfully, and you pout, a weakness of hers. So she appeases you by kissing your pout away, something slow and soft and sugar coated.

You hum when you part, eyes fluttering when she kisses down your body. Teeth nipping at your skin, red blooming over the purple. You like this. You always have. The care, the time she takes with you. You want to be worshiped and she was more than happy to kneel at your feet.

“So pretty” she whispers against your bruises. “My perfect girl”

The covers are fully kicked off the bed now and her exposed skin prickles in the cold. And yours dimples too when she places a nipple in her mouth and sucks.

Your fingers automatically find themselves in her hair. Keeping her head exactly where you want it. Only letting her move so she can give your other nipple the same treatment.

When you were pregnant, you wouldn’t let her anywhere near them. She could even so much as look at your chest and you’d be squirming painfully in your seat. So now, whenever she gets the chance, she does this. Attaches herself to them until you buck underneath her.

You’re normally wet enough by then anyway.

“Turn over” she instructs. Her warm breath cools the saliva that paints your chest. “Lay on your front for me”

You do, of course. You roll and lay pliant for her, letting her grab you hips, lifting them off the mattress unexpectedly. Squealing as she moves you around.

“Shh baby” she mumbles against your skin, curling around you to place kisses along your spine. “Gotta be quiet”

You nod. Your face pressing against the sheets. Eyes closed and lips parted in anticipation. Then you furrowed your brows when you didn’t hear the draw of the bedside table open. Instead, hearing her shuffle against the linen behind you.

“So wet already” she states, to herself really. You are wide open for her at this point. Legs apart, ass up, nothing left to the imagination and you’re squirming under her gaze as she inspects you.

Then, with a single finger, she traces a line on you from top to bottom. Starting at your slit and ending with the little bundle of nerves hiding from her from inside its hood.

“Fuuuuck” you drawl out. Your expletive muffled by how your face was nestled into the sheets.

Then, using her palms to open you even wider, she gathers saliva in her mouth and spits. Watching as it drips down you, over your folds. Wetting you even further.

“You ready?” She asks. Your response is just a grunt and a preemptive grip on the sheets beside your head. More than enough of an answer in her opinion. So she gets to work.

Leaning forward on her knees, she stretches her neck and attaches her mouth to your cunt. Your skin hot and sticky as she uses her tongue to lap you up, slow and steady.

Above her, you moan again. “Oh fuck”

You were many things, and vocal in the bedroom was one of them. It was great when it was just the two of you. The way you would cry out her name when you were cumming. Or moaned loudly each time she’d thrust into you. God, it turned her on just thinking about it. But since having kids, the task of keeping you quiet was getting more and more difficult.

And the last thing you both wanted was your adolescent children finding the two of you going at it.

She popps up from between your legs, “Y/N, you need to be quiet”

“I’m trying” you grit out. The effort in your voice evident with your curt response. She soothes your frustrations by running her hands up and down your back. You relax again at her touch.

Settling herself back behind you, she starts again. A small lick along the length of you. A dip into your hole. A suck on your clit when she reaches it. The combination of all three getting you riled again, something she doesn’t think will be helped much.

She could feel your legs shaking the more she worked at you. But she refuses to let up until she makes you climax this way. Eating you out was a rare treat for the both of you. She wasn't missing the opportunity to hit home run, jaw ache be damned.

In all honesty it didn’t take long to get what she wanted. A flick of her tongue and a hard suck has you tumbling aggressively over the edge. The low groan into the feather pillows has her heart pounding with nerves, but as you bucked your hips against her face for even more friction, she finds it difficult to care.

“Onto your back” she instructs as she pulls away and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “C’mon baby, turn over”

“I can't,” you say, sounding weak as you slump your tired body onto the mattress with a sigh.

“Yeah, you can. My good girl”

She gives you a second to recover. Your body weak and your skin alight from your orgasm. Twitching at even the sheets touching your sensitive skin. You let out a whimper as you roll over.

You were a sight. Sweaty and flushed with your hair sticking to your forehead. You were only one orgasm in and you were wrecked. She grins triumphantly at her achievements.

“Fuck, you’re hot” she says, ogling you even more. Watching your breasts sway with each little movement you make in order to get comfortable. “Like, really hot”

You just scoff and roll your eyes playfully at her words. After all these years, you have never gotten used to the way she flirts with you. Like a love sick teenager smitten with your every move.

“And you talk way too much” you huff out. Your chest rising and falling as you wait impatiently for her to finish what she has started. “The kids-“

“Are still asleep” she encourages, caressing your face with her palm. “Patience”

Your eyes flutter closed when her thumb traces over your bottom lip, pulling it from where it was caught between your teeth. Releasing it with a pop.

“Suck”

Without even a second thought you open your mouth, ready for whatever she decided to give to you. She settles on two fingers this time. Middle and index pressing onto your tongue.

You take them happily, sucking them into your mouth and curling your tongue around them both. Moaning as she pushes deeper. Gagging when she didn’t let up. Her head tilts as tears spill from your eyes. Glassy and oh so turned on.

She removes them and you breathe a hard, wet breath. Gasping for relief. It wasn’t something she did often, played rough. But when she did, you both reveled in it afterwards. Eyes secretly sliding over hidden bruises poking out of collars. Mouths watering at each wince when bums meet chairs. It was exciting. Keeping secrets between the two of you would never fail to get you hot and bothered.

Taking a second, she starts to walk her fingers down your body. Leaving wet fingerprints in their wake as her hand heads south.

“Ready for more?” She asks, smirking at the way you moan her name when her fingers press into you.

Ready? More ready than you’ve ever been.

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alexiapp · 26 days

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she’s such a little cutie patootie (she’s an 30 year old woman) 🩷

#barca femeni #alexia putellas #yapping #alexia putellas x reader

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alexiapp · 26 days

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literally just made my week !!

sugar baby | alexia putellas x reader

a big big big thank you to @codiemarin because this fic would not exist without her suggestions and ideas!!! also back from my hiatus (maybe) hope yall enjoy!

warnings: smut 18+ minors dni

This had become normal for you.

Every second night, instead of lying in the comfort of your own sheets or servicing clients in the club you used to work at, you were standing in the kitchen of your newest employer, plating up the takeout that had been chosen for tonight.

Sunday nights were take out nights, because it was typically Alexia’s game night, which meant she was starving by the time she was home and looking for a quick eat. Majority of the time, she was riding on an adrenaline high, which meant one thing, you were in for it.

Sunday’s had very quickly become your favourite night of the week for this reason, Sunday night had expectations, ones that Alexia was extremely specific about.

You were to have dinner done by the time she was home, you were to be wearing whatever lingerie she’d most recently bought for you, the shortest skirt in your wardrobe and your cunt and ass stuffed with the vibrator and butt plug that Alexia required you to wear in preparation before she got home.

Normally, being stuffed exhilarates you, it’s your favourite way to spend your afternoons in Alexia’s apartment, as you aimlessly clean and spend time on Alexia’s balcony reading in the Barcelona sun. Normally, she edges you for hours before she returns home, controlling the vibrator stuffed in your pussy with the app on her phone. Today though, she’s left you stuffed but with no stimulation. It’s equally exhilarating knowing that Alexia is giving you a bit of a break, knowing that it means she’s going to destroy you as soon as she walks through the door.

Alexia after a game is always your favourite version of Alexia, it’s like all of the control issues, the built up adrenaline and exhaustion somehow mix into a perfectly horny Alexia who always managed to make you feel good in all of the worst ways.

You swore that you didn’t hear the door open or Alexia’s footsteps making their way through her apartment, slowly approaching you, too focused on plating up the food and making it look less like it had been crammed into a plastic container and more like it was a home cooked meal. Chances were Alexia couldn’t care less, as long as everything was clean and put away by the time she got home and the food was good then none of it really mattered.

She snuck up on you, her hand gently placing itself on the back of your neck. You did your best not to scream in surprise, instead squealing as quietly as possible at the warm hand that was now pressed firmly against your mostly bare thigh.

Ale’s breath is also equally as warm against your neck, you can tell just by her grip and firmness that it’s been a tough game, a bad day for her standards.

You never check the scores on her matches for this exact reason, it meant that there was always some element of surprise as to how Alexia’s mood was going to be when she arrived home, if it was a good game, an easy game, then she tended to be a bit more mellowed out, floaty and happy on the adrenaline high she was coming off of, bad games however could result in many different versions of Alexia.

“Hola.”

Your voice is croaky, the sudden pressure on the nape of your neck making it harder to enunciate.

“Hola.”

Alexia’s voice is short and scrapy, like she’s been yelling for hours upon hours, which you suppose could be the case.

“Dinner is on the table, from Clarice’s.”

It’s a boutiquey mediterranean place that Alexia loves.

For you, it’s mind boggling that she’s willing to spend such an insane amount of money on food that is only half decent, you suppose, though when you have exorbitant amounts of money you might as well spend it.

“You’re eating with me.”

Alexia doesn’t wait for you to take in her words, she grabs onto the hair at the base of your neck and pulls you towards the dining table, dragging you with her.

You don’t normally eat with Alexia, preferring to talk with her after her games or prepare yourself how she wished for whatever the rest of the night was going to entail, tonight though she seemed to have other plans.

Instead of guiding you into one of the seats at the table like you’d expected though, Alexia took her own seat, before dragging you down to your knees below her.

The floor was hard on your bare knees, not that you actually minded.

Alexia kept her hand in your hair, locked down on a clump of roots at the lowest point of your hairline where your neck and hair met.

She didn’t have to say much, her spare hand tugging at the waistband of her shorts was enough of an indication of exactly what she was expecting you to eat.

Your hands replaced Alexia’s, nails digging into the elastic of her shorts and tugging them down her ass and thighs. You didn’t take your time, not when Alexia was clearly so worked up, you dragged them off of her until they were still pooled at her ankles.

Next you moved onto her panties, taking them off with the same intention as her shorts.

You didn’t waste any time staring at the clear wet patch on Alexia’s panties, or the scuffs and scratches up and down her knees and thighs that told you the game had been rougher than she was letting on.

Her knee was cold, you realised that when your shoulder brushed up against it, like she’d had an ice pack pressed to it until she’d walked into the apartment.

Once her panties were off, you took a second to admire her, spread out directly in front of you.

It was one of your favourite sights, quite possibly your number one.

You started at Alexia’s knee, pressing warm sloppy kisses to the skin on the inside, slowly making your way up to where she wanted you most.

Were you purposely teasing her?

maybe.

It didn’t take long, a couple of wet, rough kisses along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh managing to be enough to earn you a harsh pull of your hair, jerking your head backwards so you were looking up at Alexia.

She has a fork in her hand, clearly enjoying her meal.

“Don’t test me, keep teasing me and you won’t like the consequences.”

Alexia’s voice is definite, if you disobey her then she’s going to punish you, it’s a clear outline of her expectations.

Normally, you’d put yourself right in the middle on the scale of brattiness and submission, maybe teetering a little bit further towards the bratty side.

You knew where to toe the line though.

Praise was something you craved, you didn’t necessarily like to be constantly in trouble, you liked to please people and the easiest way to do that was to obey.

So without much fuss, you gently pulled your head from Alexia’s grip, moving past her thighs and with slight hesitation giving her exactly what she wanted.

You started with one thick, broad stroke, directly through her heat.

She was soaked, like she’d been anticipating this her whole way home, which sent a shiver down your spine.

Alexia pushed you where she wanted, up to her clit, you got the message and started to suck, hard.

It was exactly how Alexia liked it, your teeth grazing her most sensitive place every so often, her hips jerking so slightly when you did.

You weren’t all that surprised when her hand reached from your hair to the place inbetween your shoulders, tapping until you correct your posture.

It was random things like that Alexia was a complete freak over, posture, cleanliness, little stupid things that you couldn’t have cared less about.

Yet for some reason, you found yourself adjusting to how Alexia wanted you, even if it meant your head was that much closer to hitting the bottom of the table and your back was now cramping. It was worth it if it meant that Alexia was more at ease and you could avoid punishment.

Alexia wasn’t a loud lover, on a good day the best you could get out of her was a groan or if it was a really good day then a moan, it wasn’t any surprise to you though if you couldn’t get anything out of her.

Alexia stayed silent, apart from the noises of her slowly making her way through the food you’d plated up for her.

You had become a master of Alexia’s body, it was necessary considering she was so quiet, you knew her tell tale signs and exactly when she was close and how to get her there.

It didn’t take long, it never really did after a game.

You were no scientist or professional as far as women's health went, but you assumed it had something to do with all of the hormones and energy that was built up, it put a person closer to the edge.

You weren’t surprised when Alexia’s thighs slowly began to tighten on either side of your head and her grip on your hair became so tight that you struggled to move against her.

Everything in Alexia’s body tensed up, she went rigid and then finally, without any show at all, she relaxed, her clit throbbing underneath your mouth and thighs relaxing on either side of your head.

As soon as she’d come you moved your mouth down from her clit, cautious of over stimulating her too early and instead moving down to her opening and cleaning up the mess that you’d made.

It might have just been the best dinner you’d ever had.

You keep your mouth on her, not wanting to displease her in any way.

As she’s finishing her food and you lazily kiss and lick her pussy you become progressively more aware of the pooling wet heat that has begun to settle into your panties and is slowly beginning to leak out across your thighs, you feel so full and yet so empty, craving to feel more than the motionless toys that you’ve been stuffed with for hours.

Almost as soon as Alexia is setting her fork down on her plate she’s pushing your head away from her, pushing you back until your ass is sitting on top of the backs of your heels.

“Clean up, I’ll be waiting in the bedroom.”

Before you can nod your head Alexia is already standing, walking off towards her bedroom and leaving you on your knees in front of the chair she’d previously occupied.

With sore knees and arousal dripping all over your face you stood up, collecting Alexia’s empty plate and walking unsteadily towards the sink and washing it off before stacking it into the dishwasher. You do the same with her cutlery before closing the dishwasher and putting away any other mess you’d made and making sure the kitchen was as you’d found it, if Alexia found anything out of place in the morning you knew she’d punish you for it, so you took time making sure every meticulous detail was correct.

Alexia kept her home as she kept herself, organised to an obsessive point, everything had a specific space or place that it had to occupy. She had a dish for the tv remote, an alphabetically sorted spice rack, every painting, picture and frame had to be centred and her wardrobe was sorted into so many different categories that you struggled to comprehend how a person could put together an outfit everyday without having an aneurysm.

Alexia loved it though, and for whatever reason she expected you to uphold her level of cleanliness.

Once you were certain that the room was exactly how Alexia liked it, you began walking towards Alexia’s bedroom, your favourite room in her apartment.

The door was half open, giving you a glance into the space before you stepped foot into the doorway.

The lights were dimmed and whilst you couldn’t see Alexia, you could see the items she’d left out on top of the bed spread and it had you quaking from the inside to out.

The anticipation of actually getting to see Alexia is enough to get you through the door, slowly pushing the door open and allowing yourself to step foot in the room.

It didn’t take long for you to find Alexia, she was standing in the doorway of her wardrobe, hands on her hips and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

She was stark naked, excluding the strap that was hanging from the space in between her legs.

The red dildo was one that you’d never seen before, and for that you were glad.

It looked far larger than anything you’d ever taken with Alexia, there were veins up and down the length of it and the girth alone was intimidating, the length though, the length was enough to make your eyes pop out of your skull.

Alexia looked as smug as ever, the cocky grin on her face and the way that her muscles bulged out just above the strap. Alexia’s got a good body, she knows it, everybody on earth who has a functioning brain knows it. It’s one of your guilty secrets that you get it all to yourself, that you get to see parts of her body that nobody else gets to. You’ve seen thousands of women, super models, athletes, people from all walks of life but you’re fairly certain that nobody would ever come close to Alexia Putellas.

It wasn’t just her body either, it was her demeanour, her aura, everything about her was attractive to you. She was a good person, but she was also a good fuck, the best sex you’d had in your life was with Alexia and you’d worked in a sex club for years. You can’t be taught experience or confidence, it’s something that you have or you don’t and Alexia was the best. You supposed she liked to be the best at everything, the best at football, the best at life, the best at sex. Her strive for perfection in all walks of life never deterred.

“Alexia.”

Alexia pouted at you, her hands anchored at her hips, giving you a full view of her full breasts and her rock hard nipples.

“That’s not what you call me.”

You bit down on your lip, the stickiness between your thighs only getting stickier.

“Daddy.”

Alexia’s smirk broadened, her teeth biting down into her lip.

“Yes baby?”

You felt your pussy quiver, your cheeks reddening.

“It’s to big.”

Alexia’s smirk faded in a matter of seconds, the blonde starting to take steps towards you.

“I don’t like that attitude baby girl, you’ll take what I give you unless you want to make me mad, and I don’t think you want that, hm?”

The condescending voice, the way her eyes looked down at you, the saunter in her steps. If you hadn’t already soaked your thong then it was now.

“Daddy, it’s huge.”

Alexia nodded, like you were telling her what day it was instead of talking about the appendage that was attached to her hips.

“Wanna say that again? Wanna make me mad? Wanna put me in an even worse mood than that game did, because I recall that your one job is to do the exact opposite.”

She’s right, you were quite literally employed by her as a means for her to manage her stress. It had started at the club you’d worked at, Alexia spending half of her week in the shitty mildewy basement of a run down sex club in Barcelona just to enjoy your company. Eventually she was spending more time paying for your time at the club than at her own home and that was when she made the decision to give you a proposition, one you’d accepted happily.

“No daddy.”

Alexia nods her head, taking the final step to bridge the gap between the two of you.

“That’s what I thought princesa, now how about you lie back on the bed for me, you know how I like you.”

You didn’t hesitate, brushing past Alexia and straight to her bed, climbing on top of the covers as gracefully as you could manage, trying to give Alexia a show as you crawled your way to the top of the bed. Once you made it to the pillows you flipped onto your back, opening your legs for Alexia and keeping still as she liked you.

Alexia peered down at you, admiring the clear wet patch that was embedded in your thong. It was a sight that she was equally as grateful for every time she got to see it, the evidence that you were just as needy and worked up as she was, that you were equally as desperate for her as she was for you.

“So wet princesa, is that all for me? Does your perfect little pretty cunt get worked up at the thought of me?”

She knows the answer, she only asks you to try and get a kick out of you, to rile you up and try and get you to brat back at her, you know her tricks and you know that it’s best to answer her with some kind of submissive variation.

“Yes daddy.”

Alexia moves her way around to the side of the bed, leaning over to reach for your chin, her index finger pointing it up so you’re looking at her eye-to-eye.

“You’ve been good today? Doing as I asked and not touching what belongs to me?”

You shake your head obediently, you’ve learnt from experience that disobeying Alexia is the worst possible thing you could do, for starters the woman always seems to find the truth anyways and she’s more creative than most with her punishment tactics.

“Yes daddy, I’m always good for you.”

Alexia smirks big and wide, her grip on your chin tightening.

“I’ll be the decider of that. What colour are you princesa?”

You take a big deep breath before answering Alexia, composing yourself to give her a proper answer.

“Green, daddy.”

Alexia nods, her fingers staying on your chin with a grip that you couldn’t even try to escape.

“How are you feeling about being tied up baby?”

You thought about the question for a few seconds.

“Fine, I’m green daddy, I’ll let you know if I don’t like anything.”

Alexia smiles, softer, less aggressively domineering.

“That’s what I like to hear, what are your rules?”

You almost roll your eyes, almost.

Alexia’s made you memorise them, you know them like you know the colour of your eyes and the surface of your palm.

“I know my rules daddy.”

Alexia’s soft smile reverts to the harsh line, the same one you’d been met with when she’d found you in the kitchen.

“I didn’t ask if you knew them, I asked you to tell me them. Don’t make me have to punish you when you’ve been so well behaved so far, what are your rules, slut?”

Alexia’s grip turns into a bruising hold, her finger tips digging into the skin of your chin bone.

“No touching myself without permission. No talking without permission unless I’m spoken to. No cumming without permission. Use my safewords if I want to stop at any time. No moving unless you tell me too. If you tell me to do something, do it.”

Alexia nods, climbing onto the bed beside you and hovering her face just inches above yours.

“There’s my good girl, you can be good if you want to, huh?”

Once again, you do your very best to shrug off the condescension in Alexia’s words, smiling at her and simply nodding your head.

“Yes daddy.”

Alexia leans down, pulling your bottom lip with her teeth before your lips even begin to meet hers. Everything about the kiss is as controlled as Alexia, she goes at her own pace, deepening it when and however she likes, eventually pushing her tongue into your mouth.

It’s slower than you’d like, and with both of your holes still stuffed but unstimulated it’s ten times harder to endure, but you assume that’s Alexia’s doing, she’s trying to get you as riled up as possible, although you are unsure of her endgame.

“You look so pretty with my cum all over your face baby, I taste divine if I do say so myself.”

Alexia’s fingers begin to trail down your body, over the top of the lace that your breasts are confined to and straight down to the waistband of your panties, gently brushing over your hips before her hand dipped below the wet lace and swiped through your heat two times, collecting as much arousal as she could without touching any of the places that you were yearning for her the most.

Alexia’s hands are gone almost as quickly as they arrived, her hand creating a gap in between the kiss. Her fingers replace your lips, her index and middle finger being pushed into her mouth.

The way that Alexia sucks, nips and licks at her fingers is simply mesmerising, you're in a trance watching her.

“Such a fucking filthy slut, all wet from getting daddy off, huh? You taste magnificent, baby.”

The mixture of praise and degrading has your head spinning in circles, all of the different words mixing inside your head, sending you into that perfect headspace that Alexia always managed to drift you into.

“Open.”

Alexia’s fingers, now wet with her slobber, tapped at your chin and without any hesitation whatsoever you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out.

Within seconds, Alexia was spitting into your mouth, directly onto your waiting tongue.

“Swallow.”

You obey her once again, swallowing the spit on your tongue, faintly tasting your own arousal mixed in.

“How do you taste, baby?”

You focus on swallowing properly before answering Alexia.

“Horny, daddy.”

Alexia rolls her eyes before landing a sharp but playful slap to the inside of your thigh, plastering it with more wetness.

“Behave and maybe I’ll do something about it.”

Alexia’s lips don’t return to yours, instead they hover just far enough out of reach that you can’t connect yours with hers.

Alexia lifts herself up and off the mattress, walking over to the pile of different toys she’s left out on the bench at the foot of the bed and picking out a set of silk ties.

She walks back over to you, reaching for your wrists and knotting the silk around them before reaching up to the posts on each side of your bed and securing your wrists to them. Once she’s done she nods at you to check them, you move your wrists accordingly, testing her bonds.

They’re tight and methodically done, immobilising you how Alexia wishes, but they’re also loose enough that if you really tried you’d be able to escape them without much effort.

Once Alexia’s satisfied with her knotwork she walks back over to her pile, picking out a few items that she keeps hidden from you.

Alexia crawls her way back up the mattress, stop halfway up your body and opting to pull the sticky panties off of you, she peels them off of you, slowly tugging them down your hips until they’re sitting at your ankles. Alexia trails her fingers back up a long your legs, tracing little white lines across your skin with her nails as they made their way back up to the space that your panties had previously covered.

Alexia didn’t touch anything, instead she gently began to tug at the vibrator nestled deep inside of you, it’s lying painfully motionless inside of you and whilst you were more than happy to be filled up with something, it’s almost a relief having it removed.

“Such a good girl staying stretched out for daddy, hmm?”

You nod your head at Alexia, trying your hardest to keep your composure as she gently traces the tissue around your hole, never dipping inside though.

“Such a pretty little pussy, so perfect for daddy to stretch out and play with.”

You suck in a deep breath as Alexia’s hand comes down in a firm but quick slap, the pain flashing across your most sensitive areas.

Your back arches, a few months ago you would have been embarrassed that your body was seeking out that kind of contact but with Alexia that all changed, how could you feel embarrassed when she looked and talked about your body like it was created by God himself.

Her hand comes down again, this time more targeted towards your clit, it takes everything you have to turn the scream that was ready in your chest into a groan.

“Be as loud as you want, princesa, it’s not going to make me stop and it’s not going to make your body dislike what I’m doing to you.”

Alexia’s hand comes down again, the squelchy slap ringing out across the room, this time it’s more targeted directly at your stretched out hole. This time you let out something that sounds more like a ringed out scream, your vocal cords unable to truly suppress the extreme amounts of pain and pleasure that are being sent through the nerve receptors across your cunt.

Another two slaps fall in quick succession and by the end of both of them you’re groaning and moaning as much as your lungs will allow, hips chasing any contact you can possibly get or find.

“Such a little pain slut aren’t you, desperate for any kind of contact daddy will give you, you take it so well princesa.”

Alexia places gentle kisses across your hips and thighs, it’s nice, but it’s nowhere near what you want from her.

“Ale, please.”

Alexia’s lips move from your skin almost immediately, her head jerking up to look at you, her brows knitted in annoyance.

“It’s daddy to you, slut. The only noises I want to hear coming from your mouth are the sweet little sounds that you make when I’m touching you, understood?”

You nod your head, well aware that too much disobedience will earn you a very sore ass and no relief for the night.

Alexia reaches down to her pile at the end of the bed, picking up something that you don’t get a look at.

You find out quick enough, when you hear the whirring of a vibrator and seconds later it’s pressed directly against your sore and puffy clit.

Your body thrashes in reply almost immediately, it’s a painful overstimulation that your body was most definitely not ready for.

Your back arches and thighs clench, even though it’s clear that there is no escaping the forced contact, Alexia’s hand stays steady, pressing the vibrator down hard against your bud. Eventually, the vision blurring pain begins to subside, and your sent into the most unpleasurable slow lead up to your orgasm.

You were close nonetheless, and frighteningly aware that the chances of Alexia giving you an orgasm right now were slim and even if she did it was going to be possibly the least pleasurable one she could give you.

You didn’t need to wait long to find out, Alexia sensing your impending orgasm pulled away, giving you a chance to take a deep breath, a mere second.

A second long reprieve was all you got before she laid down another two quick slaps against your clit.

You screamed. As loud as your vocal cords would allow, you screamed. If the overstimulation before had been too much then now it was completely incomprehensible. There was an accumulation of sweat on your forehead similar to the pool of wetness accumulated between your thighs.

Alexia gave you another second to breathe, before the vibrator was pressed straight back against your clit, making you scream once again, your vision full of white as your body shook from the pure pain you were going through.

Alexia wasn’t wrong when she called you a pain slut, it was why she’d frequented you so much at the club, it was why she paid you so much for your company. Not a lot of people could take the amount of pain you were willing to, and still find it pleasurable, yet you loved every single second of it, or you loved the result that always came after taking some pain.

Alexia always made it worth your while, and she knew where your limit was.

“So perfect bebita, taking what I’m giving you, you’re so wet princesa.”

Alexia’s finger trailed down to your hole, briefly dipping inside and collecting some of the wetness. She smeared it across the flat part of your stomach, leaving a long trail of your arousal against your stomach.

“Can you feel that princesa? My little pain slut, hmm? Getting all soaked over me abusing your cunt. How’s it feel?”

It’s hard to talk and articulate what you’re feeling considering how much your body is being affected by the painful overstimulation Alexia is putting you through.

“Good daddy, so fucking good.”

Alexia smirks, silently proud of herself and silently just as proud of you.

“Mm, you reckon you can take another two for me baby? Another two edges and then you’ll get a reward, can you do it for daddy?”

You actually weren’t sure if you could, maybe another one, but two seemed like it could be teetering on the edge of too much. Alexia realised your apprehension before you managed to voice it, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips.

“Let’s try for another one and see how you feel, hmm? You’ve been so good for me princesa, if it’s too much let me know and we’ll stop or take a break.”

The soft Alexia fades as soon as you nod your head, the determination on your face returning, you didn’t want to disappoint Alexia and you didn’t want to tap out unless you were seriously struggling, so you tried to control yourself as much as possible and focus on the lesser sensations.

It didn’t take long for you to get close once again, once the pain subsided you were left with pure pleasure, pleasure that was almost as blinding as the pain that you had previously been experiencing.

As soon as it starts to be perfectly, consumingly good, the vibrator is taken from you and your overwhelmed with the pain of Alexia’s hand coming down on your pussy again. This time around she’s kind enough to spread her hit across your whole sex, instead of targeting your clit, the pain is there all the same though.

“What’s your colour, princesa?”

You take a few seconds to reply, focusing on taking a couple of deep breaths whilst you wait for the immediate pain to pass.

“Green, I’m green daddy.”

Alexia reaches up to press another soft kiss to your lips, her lips linger on top of yours.

“You feel like you can go for another one? I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.”

You take your time replying to her, enjoying the feeling of her lips pressed to yours and the vibrations that would spread across yours whenever she breathed.

“I can go again.”

You could feel Alexia’s lips perk up against yours, a smirk growing on her face.

She keeps her lips pressed to yours as she brings the vibrator back to your clit, making it a little bit more bearable.

Alexia’s lips stay connected to yours the whole time, the scream and moans being pushed straight against her lips as you work through the pain and pleasure coming straight from your core. As soon as you’ve begun to get closer to the edge, it’s gone and just like every other time, you’re hit with an overwhelming pain as Alexia’s hand comes down one final time.

Her lips leave yours as you groan and try to process the overstimulation that you can feel radiating across your lower half.

The pain is soothed by Alexia’s tongue, her lips and tongue flattening out across your puffy clit, it mellows out the pain slightly, but simultaneously begins to push you back towards the edge that you were so desperate to get over but also be away from.

Your hips cant up as a reflex, a reflex that is quickly put to rest as one of Alexia’s hands pushes down against your hips, keeping you pressed against the mattress.

“Stay still and let me clean you up princesa.”

Alexia’s tongue gently traced it’s way around your cunt, lapping at the wetness and getting as much of it on her tongue as possible. Her spare hand pushed it’s way underneath you, locating the forgotten butt plug nestled between your cheeks and gently tugging at it.

While her mouth doesn’t provide any real kind of pleasure, the tugging and twisting of the toy in your ass certainly does. Alexia’s been stretching you out for weeks, it’s been a slow process, but worth it, it’s elevated your experiences with her that extra bit, to the point where you could probably come solely from her playing with your ass. You’ve got no doubt that one day she’ll want to try it and when that day comes around you’ll be more than happy to oblige her, there was something so much more special and sacred about having her play with your ass in ways that nobody else had. You were no anal virgin, working at a sex club meant that you’d experimented more than the average person but never in the ways that Alexia managed to, even now that the two of you were months into your situation she still managed to surprise you by introducing new things.

Alexia didn’t wait for you to get to the edge, she needed you to stay conscious and she was fairly certain another edge might put you too far into subspace, to the point where you weren’t coherent enough for her to be using how she wanted to. Right now, you seemed to be floating in that perfectly obedient place where you typically fell after some proper exertion, compliant enough to do anything Alexia wanted. It was her favourite place to have you.

You mewled at Alexia as she pulled away, stripping off the rest of her clothes and leaving them in a neatly stacked pile at the foot of the bed before reaching for the strap she’d left on the edge of the bed and fastening it around her hips with practised ease. It was a new dildo that she had attached to the strap, larger than she’d had you take before, she was well aware that it might be a bit to big for you, but she was also excited to see if you were up for it.

Alexia crawled her way in between your legs, pressing the silicone cock flat against your stomach before pressing her lips to your neck, reaching behind you to take off the bra that was still attached to you. She keeps her lips attached to the skin across your chest, marking you up just how she liked to. Alexia loved the fact that you were all hers, hers to mark up, hers to order around, hers to come home to.

“Daddy, please.”

With the feeling of silicone pressed against your stomach and Alexia’s lips sucking deep purple marks along your collarbones, it was hard to not be insanely desperate, especially considering just how much she’d focused on working you up.

“I’ve got you princesa, daddy’s going to make you feel so good.”

Alexia finishes with one last hickey before pushing herself up onto her elbows, giving herself a better view of you.

“Gonna give you your reward princesa, gonna make you feel so good.”

Alexia leans back, positioning herself in between your legs and lining herself up with you, slowly beginning to work her way in.

The groan that you let out as Alexia slowly starts to thrust the length into you. Simultaneously, as she’s slowly working her way in, she reaches down, tugging at the plug still slotted inbetween your cheeks.

It seems to be the right move, because your body practically melts from the mixed stimulation, making it that much easier for Alexia to ease her way in, your body pretty much opening up for her.

Just as she bottoms out, she tugs at the plug, pulling it out and replacing it with her fingers.

You moan in a way that Alexia’s never heard before, your whole body vibrates along with the moan, like your whole body is generating the sound.

It only spurs Alexia on.

Once she’s certain that you’re comfortable with the length and width of the strap, she starts to quicken her pace, rocking her hips against yours, her fingers following the same pace. Alexia nudges your legs just a bit further apart and a bit higher up, giving her a better angle to start properly fucking you.

Alexia is mesmerised by the feeling of being inside of you in two different places, she hadn’t planned this for tonight, but she’s so grateful that it happened because it feels different in all of the best ways.

She roughens her pace as you seemingly begin to get closer, your body jerking to meet Alexia for every single thrust.

“D-Daddy, fuck, please.”

Alexia quickens her pace, beginning to roughen her thrusts.

“Hold on for me baby, wait till I’m ready and we’ll come together.”

You bite down on your lip hard, the double penetration is making you feel things that you’ve never felt before and you feel like you're about to explode in more ways than one.

“Please daddy, need to come.”

Alexia nods her head, desperate to get herself to the edge so that she can ride it out with you.

“I know baby, just a little bit longer, daddy’s got you.”

Alexia leans down, pressing a kiss to your jaw and pistoning her hips as hard as possible, getting enough friction against her clit for her own orgasm to begin to grow, the coil in her stomach beginning to tighten.

“Go ahead baby, come with daddy, I’ve got you.”

It doesn’t take long before you’re plummeting over the edge, your orgasm hitting you like a semi-truck, quite literally.

You go boneless immediately, all the pent up pleasure and pain finally coursing it’s way throughout your veins and all the nerves inside of you lighting up like a christmas tree.

Alexia’s orgasm isn’t as strong but it hits her all the same, she pulls out slowly before collapsing on top of you, slotting her head into the crook of your neck and letting the both of you come down.

When your body stops shaking and your breathing evens out, Alexia lifts herself off of you, pulling the strap off of herself before lying down next to you and bringing you into her arms, allowing you to come down in her arms.

The skin to skin contact does wonders for you, sending you into a warm cloud of post sex happiness as you burrow your way into Alexia’s neck, trying your hardest to jump inside of her skin.

“Princesa.”

You try your hardest to ignore Alexia, opting to attach yourself to her.

“Princesa, c’mon you need to get up.”

Alexia doesn’t have the heart to actually try and lift you off of her, but she does have a brain that is telling her that there are things that need to be done before she can enjoy your company in her sheets.

“Princesa, go to the bathroom, I’ll fetch us both some water from the kitchen and then we can have cuddles, okay?”

You groan into Alexia’s neck, clearly displeased with her suggestion but also forcing yourself off of Alexia to do as she’s asked, knowing that it is the logical thing to do.

“I want cuddles when I get back, proper cuddles.”

Alexia rolls her eyes.

“I don’t pay you for cuddles.”

It’s lighthearted, a joke that has you even rolling your eyes.

“No but you probably should, I’m a pretty awesome cuddler.”

Alexia snorts, nodding her head, it’s true.

“Cuddles once you pee and drink some water, okay? I’ll even sleep in an extra hour for you, how does that sound?”

It’s an offer you’ve got no business denying.

“Meet you back in bed?”

Alexia nods her head, already making her way into the kitchen.

“I’ll meet you there.”

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anyways this fic was written in three different countries and i sooo can’t be fucked with editing it so sorry if you experienced the after math of that!!! love yall and hope you enjoyed this 🫶

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it’s on it’s way guys 🙏🥳

#alexia putellas #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader

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alexiapp · 28 days

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i’m finally free to get back into writing! Send some request !!

#woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas

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alexiapp · 3 months

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let me know if you guys want some lucy bronze smut tonight

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Make Time

Alexia Putellas x Reader

Warnings: Angst, light swearing words, talks of infidelity

summary: Your relationship has met an all time low.

no part 2.

side note: I kinda wrote this half asleep, so i wouldn’t doubt if this is shit and it might be a little corny but😭 I’ve been gone for a while i just needed a little mental health break but i’m back now !! i missed you all

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You were on edge, you have completely lost yourself. You were a drowning mess of emotions.

You were struggling, mentally mostly.

The hardest part to grasp was that you were doing this all alone.

It seemed like your relationship was straining, like it was on its last thread and it had finally snapped. Alexia never seemed to be there, You understood that she had such a consistent schedule, but there was only so much you could take.

It started off with her coming home late, it bugged you.. badly. You knew it was just Alexia being Alexia..pushing herself and others and going above and beyond. You wanted to see her thrive and succeed in her career but it was hard to contain your feelings when all you wanted was her.

All you ever wanted was a partner to be there for you, to guide you, and help you through times like this.

You felt like a burden in her eyes..

You wish Alexia was there at night to help you through tuff evenings like these, to hold you and tell you that it was going to be okay…that you two were going to be okay.

Things only got worse when Alexia started skipping out on important things you planned.

You planned a special dinner between the two of you, to celebrate your anniversary of 3 years of you to being together. This brewed up a storm between you guys relationship dynamic, which you doubted the older woman even recognized.

Your last straw was when You realized Alexia couldn’t pull through when you asked for support in a situation.

You were having a special dinner regarding your job, you begged and begged alexia to show up for support.

“Alexia, please i know i’ve spoke about it a bunch of times but i really need you to be there, this is very important to me” You said with high emotions.

“I know cariño you’ve spoke about this plenty of times i hear you” Alexia said with a tired expression.

“Thank you, love. I appreciate it” You said walking over to hug the taller woman.

“no hay problema, amor” She said bringing one hand to wrapping around your body embracing you and kissing your head, as a deep sigh left her mouth.

Later that night she ended up going out with her teammates.

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You briefly sat at the dinner table, dress tight around your body, hair up, with a full face of makeup.

You discreetly checked the time on your phone being respectful of the professional setting, wondering where the hell Ale could be.

30 minutes turned into 60 and that turned into a hour and so forth.

You now lost all hope in her showing up.

Alexia failed you for the last time tonight. She knew how disparately asked her to show up.

This is when you knew that you guys relationship had came to an end.

It takes two people to pull through, and it felt ike it was mainly you fighting for it, and you could feel it.

You’ve felt this way for a while, you even talked to your best friend about it.

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“I swear i’ve thought of everything Ashley, I don’t know what’s been going on between us” You said in a tired tone.

“This is going to sound harsh but, have you might’ve thought that Alexia is seeing someone else?” Your friend said in a suggestive tone.

You knew deep down that Alexia was not like that at all, she even hated the thought of cheating. it was insensible to her. You knew if Alexia really caught feelings for someone else she would simply end the relationship between the two of you no matter how painful it would be to the two of you.

“God no, Ashley” You said quickly

“Okay, okay i get it that’s a pretty wild accusation, but you need to talk to her” She said reassuringly.

“I know i do but, a part of me feels like the relationship between me and her isn’t there anymore” you said sadly.

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3 years… down the drain. A relationship that lasted 3 years seemed like it meant nothing to Alexia.

You tried everything in you to fight for it, not knowing that it was already over, you just had to come to terms with it.

When you arrived home, you hastily undressed yourself from the uncomfortable clothing.

You walked into you guys shared closet and grabbed your suitcase. You quickly started packing all your belongings and little things you had laying around in the apartment.

You were closing a chapter, and you knew that it was your time to leave. You didn’t want to stay up and wait for her, knowing it would be no use.

You quickly wrote her a goodbye note and headed to your own flat.

You knew what you did was a cowardly move but you had no fight left in you.

You finally said goodbye to the apartment that had built memories between the two of you.

It was really over..

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Alexia soon arrived home from another night out with her teammates. She parked her car as she finally checked her phone and was met with multiple missed calls and texts from you

y/n ❤️: where are you ?

y/n ❤️: are you on your way it’s been 30 mins ?

y/n ❤️: I thought i could’ve counted on you…

The blonde quickly freaked out. She totally forgot herself and everything around her. How could she be so stupid ?… She forgot the one important thing you asked her to show up to and she failed you.

She knows she’s been busy..

She quickly opened the door and quickly raced into you guys shared flat.

She was met with silence, all the lights turned off. She called out for you and was met with no answer.

She quickly scrapped her feet to move upstairs to see if you were there but just asleep.

She was met with a nice made bed. She also saw you guys shared closet door open with the light left on.

All of the hangers with your clothes were gone…

You suitcase was gone…

Your shoes that were once nicely lined up with her’s were even gone…

You left… she started freaking out.. looking left and right for any signs of something you’ve left.

She went towards the bed and found a letter with her name written on the front folded up.

She opened the letter..

“ Dear Alexia, I know you may be reading this with confusion, wondering where i’ve gone. I’ve decided to leave…Our relationship has been on a strain. I’ve tried to fight for it, but it feels like i’ve been pulling the strings by myself. Tonight just showed me that I in-fact could not depend on you. It feels like our 3 years have been wasted. I wanted us to become more in the future and grow with each other, but i guess it just wasn’t meant to be between the two of us. I can’t stay somewhere i’m not wanted. I’ll always love you Alexia.

From: Your’s truly y/n”

The blonde frantically folded up the paper in a haste to find her phone and call you. she continuously called you, to no avail you didn’t answer. she was continuously being met with your voicemail. Anger struck her body and she threw her phone, cracking it.

“joder!”

Alexia sat on the bed with her head in her hands accepting her defeat. She lost the one good thing that she had…taking it for granted blinded by her selfish actions…

She lost the love of her life…her everything.

Alexia sobbed that night…alone in you guys used to be shared bed.

She was all alone…

#woso x reader #woso imagine #alexia putellas one shot #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #angst #woso #woso fanfics #barca femeni

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alexiapp · 3 months

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i’ve been feeling angst lately and i have a new angst alexia fic in the woodworks that’s dropping in a couple hours

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alexiapp · 4 months

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i just love her omg

her little ‘thank you’ oh i love ale🥹

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Princesa | Alexia Putellas x Reader

pt. III of Big Brother... this is the last one. I've loved writing these, enjoy!

pt. I | pt. II

“Ale,” you shout from your seat on the couch. Your house is full of family and friends ready to bring in the new year. “Alexia,” you shout more urgently, gaining the attention of both your mother and mother-in-law from the kitchen.

The playful football match in the backyard stops immediately as they all look your way. Alexia’s eyes frantically surveying you as she rushes inside, crouching at your side, “What is wrong amor?”

“My water broke,” you whisper, looking down towards the mess you just made on the couch in embarrassment. Your mother’s both at your side ready to fuss over you, but not wanting to overstep.

Alexia’s face show’s the pure joy she has, tears threatening to spill out her eyes, “princesa time,” she whispers it to you softly, kissing you gently before standing. While you weren’t usually a fan of captain Alexia off the pitch you are grateful when you see the switch in her eyes. She barks out orders in Catalan way too fast for you to even comprehend it. Everyone falls into place and does as she commands.

Alexia helping to lift you from the couch with your mother’s. She ushers you into the bedroom, shooing away the fussy grandparents to get you changed. “I’m scared Ale,” she stops her rushed movements, making her way to you. It hadn’t been an easy pregnancy by any means.

“Mi vida, there is nothing to fear when I am with you always,” Alexia reassures you, hand rubbing against your stomach. “Princesa wanted a party for her birth. Let’s get you changed sí?”

You nod letting her remove the wet clothes from your body and clean you up. There was no one else that could calm you like Alexia. Gentle kisses are placed on your stomach, forehead, and cheeks with every action she makes.

Two kids, you were genuinely still terrified at the thought, but then you looked in Alexia’s eyes. She was calm and collected as always, you admired that about her. The way she could be in the most stressful of situations, but still remained poised. There was no fear in her eyes, she was simply oozing with pride at becoming a mother for the second time. She loved the late night feedings, diaper duty, and everything else that came with the job of being a mother.

When you had Nico she was a bit of a mess even if she tried to hide it from you, but you could tell this time she was prepared. Everything exactly in place where she had prepared it to be weeks in advance. A soft smile on her face as she moves around the room, mumbling to herself. Most likely running down the mental checklist she had thought of. “Ready mi amor?”

You nod just as you hear three soft knocks, “Mamá,” Nico’s soft voice filtering through the door. Alexia quickly answers it, picking him up in her arms. “Mamá okay?”

“I’m okay, it’s time for the baby.”

“Big brother time?” His smile matches Alexia’s in excitement as she nods in confirmation. “I’ll get the bag,” he informs, wiggling his way out of her arms. Alexia had given him a small task in the plan they went over daily for the last week so he felt included.

He rushes out the room and Alexia helps guide you out with every set of eyes on you the moment you make it out the doorway. “I will drive, vamos,” your mother-in-law announces. Alexia’s teammates standing around, awaiting their next orders.

“You all stay, enjoy the party. Ale will call when-,” your sentence is cut off by the first contraction ripping through your body. You squeeze tightly at Alexia’s hand, hunching over in pain.

Nico, arriving with the small bag from his room, drops it at the sight of you, “Mamá?” His voice quivers as you try to stand upright.

“Bebé, go with abuelita,” Alexia tries to tell him, rubbing at your back in comfort. “Mi amor let’s go.”

You brush her off as the pain subsides, waving him over, “I am okay. You are ready to be a big brother sí?” He nods, reaching a gentle hand to your stomach. “Good, I will go. You stay with Ingrid and she’ll bring you once the baby is here,” you look towards the Norwegian as she nods in confirmation.

“Here mamá. I got the bag ready like we practiced,” Alexia accepts it, giving him a kiss. “Love you, love you princesa,” he tells you before rushing into Ingrid’s arms.

You can’t help but think back to when you gave birth to him, and how big he’s gotten. It seems like just yesterday that Alexia was rushing into the hospital room sweaty from practice and afraid she would miss the moment. It was the first time you’d ever seen her frazzled as she tried to put on a brave face for you as her hands shook.

This time was different. Alexia sits in the backseat with you, whispering reassuring words and letting you nearly break her hand with each contraction. “You’re doing so well mi amor. We are almost there,” She holds you close.

She handles everything with grace. She’s direct when speaking to doctors about your plan and then soft as ever when comforting you.

“She’s going to be speedy, ready to come already,” your doctor jokes walking in the room. “Are you ready to try pushing?”

You watch as everyone gets in place, waves of anticipation and excitement running through you. You focus on Alexia as she slides into place, a beacon of strength and gentleness always. “Mírame,” she cups your cheek, leaving a gentle kiss, “you are strong and brave. I am right here with you mi vida. I am so so grateful to you for carrying my little princesa.”

“You don’t know that it is a girl,” you tell her one last time, a calm washing over you after her words.

She smiles, but it doesn’t last long, a labor pain ripping through you and she sets her focus. With each contraction, she lets you grip her hand, her touch is soothing and eases the process. Her comforting whispers, like a melody of reassurance, creating a cocoon where fear vanishes.

Her presence is a steady anchor, grounding you in the midst of it all. A room full of people and all you noticed was her. She smiles as you curse her name, blame her for the pain, and swear this is the last time. She guides you through each push, “princesa is almost here. One more push amor.”

It is all a blur, you feel the pain and Alexia’s hand against your back, but none of it seems real. Not until you hear it, the first cry coming from your baby. Alexia’s comforting words fall flat when she hears it, tears springing to her eyes as she tries to wipe them quickly. Her smile is like nothing you’ve seen before, well not since you gave birth last time.

“It’s a girl,” the doctor tells you, placing the baby in your arms. Your eyes snap to Alexia’s just in time to see the smirk growing on her face.

“Told you so,” she kisses your forehead as you look at your baby girl in your arms. It felt surreal that you could make something so innocent and perfect. “Mi amor, thank you. Thank you for making me a mother again. Thank you for being my wife and partner. I am so happy in these moments with you, I fall deeper in love every day.”

“I love you Ale,” you get choked up as the moment finally sets in.

“She looks like you. Mi princesa I will give you the world,” Alexia whispers.

The next few hours you are in and out of sleep. Both of your mothers cooing over the baby as the night creeps closer to midnight and the new year. You hear the door open, “princesa I’m here,” the excitement in Nico’s voice is infectious.

“Mamá is resting,” Alexia hushes him, lifting him in her arms. You sit up just as he looks your way. Ingrid and María filed into the room behind him immediately making their way to the new addition.

“You’re a big brother baby boy,” you tell him. Alexia brings him over to you and he drops the gift shop bear into your lap.

“I got her a present. Can I see her?” You nod as he cuddles into your side and Alexia goes over to the bassinet. His eyes wide in anticipation as she lifts her out. “Can she talk?”

“No bebé,” you laugh with a tender smile, taking the baby in your arms as he leans in close for a better view.

His eyes widen even more, captivated by the tiny bundle of joy before him. "Wow! She's so small," he whispers, his voice filled with awe. He reaches out to gently touch her tiny fingers, face radiating pure joy. “Can she play football with us?”

“No, not for a while. We have to be gentle with her and mamá for a while okay?” Nico nods at Alexia’s words, his eyes never leaving his sisters.

“I love her. I’m a big brother,” he announces with pride to the room. Picking up the soft bear and showing it off to her.

You can't help but be overjoyed at the times to come on this new journey. The room is filled with the warmth of family, Alexia staring down at the three of you, “amor,” you whisper, noticing the glistening in her eyes.

“I didn’t think it was possible to be this happy. Te amo mucho, mi vida.”

“I love you,” you reply as the fireworks begin to announce the new year. “A party for you princesa.”

a/n: lets pretend all this is correct even if it's not when it comes to childbirth k? :)

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i love her

#barca femeni #alexia putellas

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Your Camera Roll If you dated Alexia Putellas:

Alexia Putellas x Reader

#barca femeni #woso x reader #woso community #barca #la reina #woso imagine #woso #woso fanfics #alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader

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I Put A Spell On You

Lucy Bronze x Aussie Reader

Warnings: Smut +18, ab riding, swearing, spitting, strap on, dom! lucy, sub! reader.

Summary: They called it "sportswoman vendetta" but you preferred "sexual rivalry" when it came to you and Lucy's relationship. You both fought on the pitch; dirty tackles here and profanities there but none of that mattered once you both ended up in bed together. Every single time. But what happens when you're transferred to Barca? Do things go from good to better or bad to worse?

@lostintimeandmusic here ya go darlin'. thank you for the rec, i tweaked it a bit.

It was a victorious win for Scotland. 3-1 against England but none of it came without the inevitable battles on the pitch between you and Lucy Bronze. Anytime you played each other it was the same run-ins. Dirty tackles to your ankles, fists wrapped up in each other's jerseys, harsh curse words exchanged when one took the ball from the other in a clean swipe. All in all, it was the best way to finish your final game for Scotland before your transfer to Barca.

Your metal studs scrapped against the concrete as you made your way back to the changing rooms. Your arm lazily resting over Erin's shoulder. Tired was an understatement to how you felt in this moment but you knew sleep wasn't on the cards as you caught Lucy's eye just before she entered into her changing room. That devil grin on her lips and a wink in your direction before she disappeared inside was all you needed to know. Tonight you weren't getting any sleep.

"We're all going to miss you so much here girl..at least I still have ya back home." Sam piped up from the far end of the changing room. As she walked towards you and engulfed you into a bone crushing hug, you felt the tears start to fall. Before you knew it all the girls had wrapped themselves around the both of you. "I'll miss you all so much" you sobbed wiping the tears from your eyes with your jersey. "Just please promise you won't kill Lucy for all the shit she's done to you." Sam chuckled as she ruffled your hair. The mention of her name causing butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

After an hour spent with your teammates dancing to terrible songs, taking pictures together as memories and crying yet again when Pedro pulled you altogether for a final goodbye speech, you threw your bag over your shoulder and made your way out of the stadium towards the carpark. Everyone had left at this point, you purposefully hanging back so no one could see who you were meeting. "I was ready to send out a search party" You heard that familiar raspy English accent echo from the open window of the parked Cupra, that accent that makes your knees weak every time. Throwing your bag into the back seat and climbing into the passenger seat, you let out a loud exhale. Emotions running at an all time high after what you just endured in the changing rooms.

Lucy's hand on your thigh took you out of your daydream as you looked in her direction and cracked a smile. "Are you-.." You held your hand up to stop Lucy in her tracks. "Just take me to yours and fuck me. Please." You pleaded.

"Perfect Y/N, now hold your hands up and look like you've just won your first goal for Barca." Balling your hands into fists in the air, you plastered a celebratory look across your face just before the camera snapped your debut picture. "A natural, are you ready to go meet the girls?" Jonatan's Spanish accent thick but his face soft as he led the way towards the meeting room where you'd finally meet all your teammates for the first time. All except one, Lucy Bronze.

It's been pushing two weeks since you joined Barca. Your first game with the team saw you benched for the first half. The score was 0-0 leading into the end of the first 45 minutes. Jonatan approached you in the changing rooms after his team talk, hands resting on your shoulders with a gentle squeeze. "It's time Y/N, you're on. Show me and the girls the reason you're here!" He hyped you up alongside your teammates as you all made your way back onto the pitch for the second half. The nerves that consumed you inside the changing rooms quickly disappeared the minute your studs hit the grass. You looked in Lucy's direction as you waited for the whistle, smiling back at the woman as she gave you her signature wink and smile. *WHISTLE*

90 minutes crept up on you in no time. The added 4 minutes was just enough time for you to sink the ball into the back of Bayern's net. An amazing assist from Ona as she was the first to run towards you at the sidelines, her arms draped over your shoulders as she jumped onto your back. The crowd cheered you on chanting your name, the loudest you've ever experienced at a game. Lucy's hands cupped your cheeks, tilting your head up in her direction. "That was fucking amazing!" she shouted over the noise, your eyes lingering on her lips as you smirked. You knew what was in store for you tonight and the thought alone was sending you into a spiral.

It was no secret that there was something going on between you and Lucy. The non subtle touches on the pitch during training, the way you both were always side by side at any moment, arriving together and leaving together from every training session. You both thought you were hiding it very well from everyone. That was until you saw the TikTok edits of you and Lucy on the pitch together, the headlines questioning whether you were a couple or not followed by the texts from your old teammates and the taunting teasing from your Barca girls. Shit...

"You seem stressed.." Lucy piped up from the end of the couch, her glasses perched on her nose as she finished typing on her laptop. You were sitting at the other end, book in hand but barely reading a full page without chewing on the skin on your thumb and staring into space. Lucy's thumb gently stroked your leg as she looked across to you. "Everyone knows Luce, literally everyone. My own grandmother who doesn't even know where she is or what she's doing from one day to the next, knows about us." you chuckled as you closed your book and tossed it onto the coffee table, running your fingers through your hair and looking back at Lucy. "What do we do?"

Lucy's Cheshire grin should of been enough of an answer at your question, but you still sucked in a gasp when the English woman grabbed your legs and pulled you down flat against the couch, hovering over you with her left leg between your thighs pressed into your center; her right leg on the ground supporting her. "I know exactly what we can do" she whispered against your lips before crashing her own against yours in a heated deep kiss.

"Luce..baby.." you broke the kiss, hands tangled in her hair as you attempted to catch your breath. "Bedroom..please?" Lucy loved when you begged, it ignited that fire inside her. Grabbing your hand, she helped you to your feet and walked towards your bedroom. Once inside, she kicked the door shut with her foot and pushed you back against the bed. Your legs hit the edge of the bed and you fell against the duvet. "Strip, now. When I turn back around I want you ready for me, legs spread." Lucy spoke as she rummaged through your closet looking for your favorite toy. You knew what she was looking for as you rushed to shed your clothing as fast as possible. Laying back on your arms, legs spread wide you watched the English woman closely as she turned around holding your favorite strap and...her jersey?

Lucy's eyes were dark with lust, a lot darker than usual. She smirked when she saw the confusion on your face as you looked at her jersey in her hand. "Put it on." tossing the jersey in your direction, Lucy watched as you put it on, her eyes drawn to the evident wetness between your legs. Your chest fell and rose heavily as you watched Lucy remove her clothing, leaving her completely naked except for the strap that she attached to her hips.

"You know I hate to see my baby girl stressed don't you?" She questioned, her voice low and raspy as she held onto your ankles. Her grip tightening when you don't respond. "Answer me." she spat, jaw clenching as her eyes bore into yours. "Yes..I know baby." you winced at the pressure on your ankles, your eyes never leaving hers. "You look so fucking sexy with my name on your back sweetheart. Are you gonna let Daddy take away all your stress tonight?" Your eyes followed Lucy as she walked around the bed, climbing onto the soft comforter behind you. You edged yourself down a bit to give her room, nodding your head as you slowly turned over onto your knees. You looked down towards Lucy's abs, watching them flex and harden; the arousal between your legs getting wetter by the second.

Lucy let out a soft chuckle as she looked down in the direction of your eyes. "Ride them princess, I want to feel how wet you are for me all over my stomach." You didn't need to be asked twice. Crawling up between Lucy's legs, you lifted her jersey over your ass and straddled her waist. Leaning down to kiss her lips in tantalizing slow pecks, you pressed your forehead against hers. "You said you like seeing your name on my back right?" You whispered against her lips. Your hips slowly grinding against the defenders hard stomach. "Fuck, yes I do baby.." Lucy groaned at the feeling of your dripping pussy against her burning skin. Her eyes widened at you as she watched you quickly lift your legs and turn around, your back facing the woman's front this time.

"Admire it daddy." You slightly arched your back and began to grind your pussy down harder against Lucy's abs. The feeling of every hard muscle and groove rubbing against your sensitive clit was sending you into overdrive. Lucy's hand snaked up your back, her fingertips dancing across her name on the back of your shoulders as her other hand gripped your waist tight. Your moans echoed around the room, biting your lip hard when you looked down at the strap standing to attention below you. Your orgasm was nearing it's peak, Lucy flexing harder under you as she felt your legs tremble at her sides. A string of spit left your mouth and landed on the silicone cock, your hand quickly pumping the length to lube it up. Lucy's moans behind you a clear indication that the friction from your actions were rubbing against her core.

Your body slumped forward as your orgasm ripped through you, grabbing Lucy's thighs for support as her name along with some colorful expletives filled the bedroom. Recovery from your first orgasm wasn't an option, Lucy's hands pushing you forward onto your hands as she moved onto her knees behind you. "Feeling confident are we?" She assumed, your hair now tightly wrapped in her fist as she pulled your head back in a swift motion. "Let's see how confident you are with my cock fucking you limp." Before you had the chance to respond, you felt yourself get stretched out as her cock filled you up.

The sound of her hips clashing with your ass with every thrust alongside Lucy's relentless moans had you almost on the edge of cumming. "Y-you feel so fucking good inside me.." You stuttered out through your own moans. "I'm gonna cum daddy, please can I cum?" There it was again, the begging. Lucy's skin quickly covered in goosebumps, she bent forward and slipped her hand between your legs finding your clit and rubbing perfect circles against it. Her thrusts sped up, feeling her own orgasm peaking. "Don't you fucking dare cum until I'm ready princess."

What felt like forever due to the countless times Lucy purposefully edged you every time you nearly came, you felt the defender's breathing change and her legs beginning to wobble. "Cum inside me, please daddy, please fucking cum in what's yours." You winced at the feeling of Lucy's grip on your waist, her fingertips digging into your hip bones. "FUCK, cum with me baby" Lucy bellowed, her final thrust into you sending you both into earth shattering orgasms.

Your body fell back against Lucy's front, you both laying breathless against the bed. Rubbing soft circles into her muscular calves with your thumbs, you smiled to yourself feeling Lucy's lips pressed against the top of your head. "You did so good baby, are you okay?" The defender's arms now wrapped around your still shaking body. "That was something else." You let out a breathless sigh, turning to face Lucy as you laid up against her sweaty front, reaching up to place a gentle kiss to her collarbone. "I'm perfect, you're perfect." Your eyes closing, absolutely spent from the sex.

*Ping ping*

Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of Lucy's phone on the bedside table. You watched as she reached over and picked it up, tapping the screen. 10 missed calls and a bunch of group chat texts flooded her screen. Your heart raced as she clicked into one of the messages and it automatically opened to a text thread from your Barca teammates.

"They're probably fucking. Just put in the address of the restaurant, they can meet us there after their fun."

Lucy read the text out loud and you giggled, Lucy's chest shaking as she chuckled. "Fucking Keira.." she added locking the phone and tossing it on the bed.

You looked up at the English woman, biting your lip slightly when she looked down at you, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. Her lips found yours in a passionate sex drunk kiss.

"I think the cat's well and truly out of the bag now." Lucy mumbled against your lips.

And she wasn't wrong. Not even in the slightest.

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a fic where alexia stares too much, doesnt have to be smut

Alexia Putellas| Being subtle|

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I've been having this idea for a long time but I'm horny so I wanted to get all the smut fics done

Summary: You and Alexia have been dating for a while but keeping it a secret from the public. During an interview Alexia can't seem to get her eyes off you and you're afraid she'll expose you to the whole world.

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With Christmas so close you have quite a few media obligations. You and Alexia are very popular players and amongst the fans you seem to be favourites when it comes to shipping. If only the fans knew that you two have been together for well over a year.

Neither of you feel the need to confirm the rumors and speculations as you're very comfortable in your privacy.

Now you find yourself sitting on a stool next to Alexia, opening various gifts for the video. Alexia is wearing an ugly Christmas sweater and a reindeer hat. You have a festoon wrapped around your neck like a scarf and you're wearing a shiny Santa hat. A big Christmas tree sits behind the two of you with ornaments and pretty lights.

"Alright, let's move on to the next one."

You say and throw the empty box to the pile of trash on the floor. Your eyes scan the pile of still unopened gifts and you grab a long and heavy one wrapped in blue paper.

You tear the wrapping with glee, like a child on Christmas Eve, as you pull out a huge bubble gun. You laugh and turn the toy on your hands carefully inspecting it. Alexia looks at you, completely ignoring the gift. You've never looked so beautiful. With the lights outlining your gorgeous face and the happiness in your eyes you look a hundred times prettier. When she looks at you her heart skips a beat and she softly smiles at you just being you. Alexia's obvious love eyes don't go unnoticed and you point the gun at her face, releasing dozens of soap bubbles on her face. Alexia yelps and pulls back surprised as you almost fall of the stool laughing.

The captain snapps out of it, completely embarrassed at being caught looking at you so softly and with so much love. She looks at the floor blushing and hopes that her blond hair will shield her from the camera.

You notice Alexia's tense posture and place your hand on her bicep. You smile at her when she finally looks up at you.

"It's your turn captain."

Alexia clears her throat awkwardly and bends down to grab a gift when Mapi giggles in the background. Mapi was invited for this gift opening video since her injury put a stop to all activities. She was enjoying seeing her best friend struggle to keep up her infamous 'la reina' persona.

To the public Alexia seemed stoic and cold, most of the time she kept a straight face but when she was with you that facade crumbled. She was always relaxed around you, giggling and cuddling up to you even when she kept up her usual cool charm. That's the reason why people shiped you so much. You were the "shunshine x grumpy" couple that everyone fawned over.

Seeing Alexia be so easily caught off guard made the tattooed spaniard want to roll on the floor with laughter. Alexia sent a cold glare towards her best friend hoping to keep her quiet for the rest of the video. Alexia quietly sighed and composed herself as you two continued opening gifts for the camera.

It was your turn again, you opened a gift and found a photo album with the rest of the team inside. You were pointing at all the photos and explaining the stories behind them.

You were speaking with excitement, your free hand moving around wildly and a wide smile was spread over your face as you talked about that time when Lucy accidentally threw a bucket of cold water on Keira's face instead of yours. Alexia was resting her head on her palm, looking at you like you hung the moon in the sky. A smile crept on her face as she watched you laughing at all the happy memories.

You're always gorgeous in Alexia's eyes but when you're happy, when you're laughing so much your cheeks hurt afterwards, that's when she finds you absolutely perfect. At this point Mapi has given up on laughter, instead she's filming Alexia's lovestruck face to sent it to the group chat.

Before you can realise it there are no more gifts to open and the video ends. The filming crew starts picking up their equipment and you slowly turn to a still smiling Alexia. You smile a little at the fact that the captain still has no idea that the filming is over. You press a quick kiss on her face and Alexia finally snaps out of it, looking at you with shock.

"Are you done looking now Ale?"

Alexia blushes and looks at Mapi with a confused expression that is absolutely adorable. You're grinning at her lost face and burst out laughing when she groans in realisation.

"Dios mio, I'll never live this down." Alexia says with her face in her hands. You pat her back and try to hold back your laughter. That's until you hear Mapi laughing.

"Oh yeah, just wait till you see the group chat."

Mapi is laughing so hard you think she might fall from the couch. Alexia jumped from the stool panicked as she looked between you and Mapi.

"You sent that to the group chat?!"

You laugh even harder and look at Alexia apologeticaly.

"Babe, the entire internet will see this video."

Alexia sighs and flops back down on the stool. You pull her into a side hug and kiss her head softly while Alexia continues her wheeping.

"My reputation is ruined."

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Everything happens for a reason part 5

Summary: Both of your national teammates find out your little secret, you both get a little scare and Alexia has some making up to do!

Warnings:⚠️ pregnancy?, mentions of miscarriage (doesn’t actually happen), angst

Masterlist (contains other parts)

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You’d hung up the phone almost immediately after dropping the news onto Alexia in a fit of rage. She’d accused you of cheating for fucks sake who wouldn’t be angry. Your phone constantly lit up with notifications beside you, tears that had halted temporarily began flowing again. You were spiralling yet again, your breathing picked up but this time you managed to calm yourself down before you panicked, focusing on the baby and grounding yourself.

For once, you were quite thankful to have your own room in the hotel, it provided you the peace you needed right now. Flipping your phone over, you were met with several messages from your wife.

“Lo siento bebita, please talk to me”

“I’m an idiot I’m so sorry let me know you’re ok”

“I didn’t know amor answer me por favor”

Tear tracks stained your cheeks as you wandered out of your room, needing to clear your head. Now that your wife knew about the pregnancy, you were much less concerned with subtly (that much was clear in the way you wandered out of your room looking worse for wear). You trudged along and reached the elevator, pushing the button to take you to the hotel’s communal area.

Upon reaching it, you were met with the presence of several of your national team mates, strewn around in various places. Georgia and Leah were currently in an intense game of FIFA, Lucy and Millie were laughing at something on Lucy’s phone. Alessia was sat next to Ella and Mary on the large sofa.

As you took it all in, you met Alessia’s eyes and saw the look of pity they contained.

“ah look what the cat dragged in” jeered Mary loudly, catching the attention of your other teammates. “Wait are you alright lovey?” She asked worry clear in her tone.

“Yes sorry” you laughed wiping your eyes “just a little personal trouble” you offered

“hmm you’ve had an awful lot of that lately y/n are you sure you’re ok?” questioned Leah, trying to maintain a stern, captainly tone but failing miserable as her concern shined through the facade.

“Yes it’s just something to do with my relationship that’s all” you replied. It wasn’t a lie, especially not after the heated conversation you’d had with your wife who was still blowing up your phone with apologies and phone calls.

“Oh shit y/n I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be pushy” grimaced Leah

“It’s alright you’re captain it’s your job, plus it’s nice that you care” you answered

“Of course I care y/n we all do, you’ve been so down lately and we’ve not know what it was” she replied, a small smile gracing her lips.

“Yeah you literally turned down my secret chocolates the other day” bellowed Georgia

“What secret chocolates?” Asked Leah with a raised eyebrow

“Erm nothing” cowered Georgia

“Sorry guys I didn’t mean to make you worried it’s just…” you trailed off pondering to yourself. Telling them would run the risk of it getting out somehow, not that you didn’t trust your teammates but it was more that staff would over here and spread it to the wrong person. Although, if you swore them to secrecy what’s the worst that could happen? Rumours regularly circulated about you, specifically yours and Alexia’s relationship. Not long ago someone had started a crazy rumour that the two of you had gotten a divorce and that you were moving to Arsenal.

“Earth to y/n” said Leah as she waved a hand in your face.

“Sorry my mind wandered” you apologised

“It’s alright, what were you saying?” Leah asked, a curious expression on her face.

“I’m pregnant!” you blurted without a second thought.

“WHAT?!” Shouted Leah

“You’re pregnant???” added Lucy

“How does that even work?” Asked Ella with a puzzled look

“Yeah I’m pregnant it’s Alexia’s obviously and it’s ivf Ella that’s how that works” you stated bluntly.

“La Reina knocked you up chica” laughed Lucy, earning her a smack on the head from Leah.

“Congratulations y/n! Aren’t you happy?” Asked your captain

“Yes but it’s just causing a bit of an argument at the moment” you replied staring at the phone in your hand, thinking of your earlier phone call.

“Oh I’m sorry darling, but hey it’s something to celebrate with some good food!” Leah announced, signalling to the team that dinner was ready in the dining area.

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You sat down at the long table amongst your teammates and staff members, Lucy having piled pasta onto your plate after seeing you put a small roll of plain bread and butter.

“You’re eating for two now chica, have to protect putellas’ precious cargo now don’t we” claimed Lucy which earned her a large sigh from you.

You were next to Keira and Leah at the table with Lucy and Mary sat opposite you. Bile had settled in your upper stomach and was threatening to enter your mouth if you attempted to eat anything more. Morning sickness had somehow become ‘every hour of the day sickness’. This realisation had you pushing the pasta around your plate aimlessly with a fork.

“you alright? you’ve barely touched your food” questioned Keira from beside you, alerting the attention of Leah.

“Yeah just feel a bit sick that’s all, the baby won’t let me keep anything down” you said with a half smile

“Try this” said Leah, offering you some plain pasta as a pose to your tomato covered portion. You accepted gratefully as she halved her portion and scraped it onto your plate.

Your stomach already settled at the lack of smell that the pasta possessed. Taking a bite you were nervous, eyes already scanning for the nearest bin.

“Better?” questioned the blonde

“Much better actually, thanks Leah” you smiled, your stomach having settled.

“You sure that the baby is Alexia’s and not Leah’s” joked Mary with a laugh

“Oh God don’t even joke about that I’m surprised Alexia didn’t accuse me of somehow getting pregnant by Alessia” you snarked back.

“So that’s why she was being all weird when she phoned me” chimed Lucy

“Oh no what did she say to you?” You sighed

“She just sounded pissed and was asking after you and then I told her about our conversation earlier and how you were being weird. Then I just mentioned Alessia coming to speak to you so she swore about it and practically hung up instantly” finished Lucy

“Yeah she’s a tad dramatic” you laughed awkwardly.

“She just loves you a lot” added Keira “but I don’t disagree, she’s pretty intense” chuckled the midfielder.

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You hadn’t spoken to Alexia since the other day, something she hadn’t taken very well. She’d opted to call Lucy and Keira multiple times when she realised you weren’t going to pick up or answer her texts. She’d also not so subtly taken to stalking the lionesses socials, fans picking up on her recent following of them on TikTok, an app she almost never used.

She had tried to leave camp to watch you play Denmark, begging the coaches after Spain’s 5-0 win over Zambia. Unsurprisingly she was met with a hard no and a scolding that saw her spending rest day in the gym with her trainer.

Luckily, training finished just before the second half, meaning Alexia could catch it on the Tv. She practically raced to the showers, before getting ready at record speed and heading team room to the large tv to put on the game. She made it there just for the second half, checking her phone and realising that you were winning 1-0 and had played the whole match so far.

She watched intently, thankful that most of the play was in Denmark’s half and anything you had to do was little more than basic passes at the back.

It was around the 60th minute when the rest of the team joined her, Athenea and Ona moaning at her for hogging the big screen.

“Alexiaaa please can’t you watch this on your iPad?” Begged Athenea

“No” said Alexia sternly

“She’s just watching out potential future opponents” offered Irene weakly

“Nah Ale just wants to watch her girl play” insisted Aitana with a giggle

Alexia’s eyes were fixed on the screen as she stared at you anytime you were on screen. Irene and Jenni were in the corner watching her, discussing whether or not they should be worried.

“She does this often though she’s always studying games she’s obsessed” claimed Jenni

“True but she’s not even watching the game she’s just watching Y/n” replied Irene

“True maybe she’s just super in love it’s kind of cute”

“She looks stressed Jenni, like she’s going to throw up anytime y/n gets the ball I don’t understand”

Alexia’s breath hitched as Pernille harder made a break straight down the middle, heading in your direction. You ran to meet her and time seemed to slow for Alexia as she watched you extend yourself to slide tackle Pernille, the ball ending up back in possession of your team, Pernille landing in a crumpled heap on top of you.

Whilst watching this happen, Alexia let out some sort of unprecedented squeak which gained the attention of her teammates as they shifted themselves to watch the screen. You didn’t get up immediately, Jenni and Irene watching as Alexia drew blood on her hands from digging her nails so hard into her palms.

“Ay dios mio why isn’t she getting up?” Questioned Aitana which caused Alexia to somehow dig her nails even further, the vein in her forehead looked ready to burst from the stress.

They all watched intently, breathing a sigh of relief when Pernille got up and extended a hand to you as you slowly got to your feet. Your shirt had ridden up in the process, Alexia could’ve sworn she could see the early formation of a bump on your lower stomach, something that would be completely unnoticeable unless you were looking for one.

“Alexia are you ok?” asked Misa from her position next to her on the sofa.

Without realising it, Alexia had allowed some tears to roll down her cheek in relief that you and her child were likely fine.

“No I’m not” she replied much to the surprise of everyone. Normally the captain refrained from showing any sort of emotion, especially over something as simple as a risky tackle that her wife made almost every day.

“Alexia what’s going on you don’t normally react like this is everything ok with you? With y/n?” Asked Jenni

“No she’s pregnant and stubborn” stated Alexia as though that were the most mundane statement in the world.

“SORRY WHAT?!” shouted Jenni as the rest of the team jeered in surprise as well.

“Yeah she won’t talk to me either she’s mad at me” said Alexia

“Well I’d be pretty mad if you knocked me up when i was the World Cup squad for my country” stated Jenni sarcastically, earning giggles from the younger girls

“Why’s she mad at you Alexia?” Asked Irene in a mothering tone

“I accused her of cheating, shouted at her and then she said she was pregnant and I told her she shouldn’t play but she’s stubborn”

“Well I can see why she’s mad at you” added Aitana

“I’ve tried talking to her since but she just ignores me, Lucy and Keira said she’s doing fine but she’s refusing to tell their manger too. It’s like she’s pretending it’s not even real”

“She’s stressed Alexia, maybe start asking the right questions and not being angry at her, see it from her perspective” suggested Irene

“She won’t talk to me though”

“I’m going to phone Mary and ask her to put Y/n on the phone for you when the match is over” said Ona

“Ok Gracias Ona” replied alexia

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The final whistle had gone just over 20 minutes ago, England winning, so Ona took to dialling the her ex-teammate.

“Hi Mary, can you go get y/n please. It’s for Alexia not me” scoffed Ona. “Yes I know she’s mad at her, Alexia is trying to make it better, yes she’s told me the news”

Ona could hear muttering and rustling in the background which resulted in her being met with your voice. She handed her phone to Alexia whose skin had paled significantly. Irene and Jenni took to ushering the team out of the room to give Alexia some privacy.

“Hello?” You called into the phone

“Hola bebita please don’t hang up give me a chance” pleaded Alexia

“Fine what is it Alexia”

“I’m so sorry amor for everything, for how I reacted and for jumping to stupid conclusions about Alessia. I just got jealous of how she made you so happy and I was miserable without you”

“I would never cheat on you Alexia I love you, only you!” You insisted

“I know that bebita I’m just stupid and immature and I’m sorry that I haven’t supported you properly about the pregnancy and that you felt you couldn’t tell me immediately because of what I’d say about playing”

“You would’ve forced me not to play Ale. I need to play because if I’m having the baby I’ll be out for a bit and I might not be as good when I come back so I might not make it to another whilst I’m at a good age”

“Is that what you’re worried about? You’re an amazing player y/n and you’re only 25 you’ve got so much time left”

“What I’m not good enough then Ale”

She couldn’t help but smile at the nickname, a symbol that you had began to forgive her.

“You will be I promise you will be and if not I’ll bribe fifa and you can play for Spain with me”

“Ale I’m being serious”

“So am I Bebé I have a lot of spare cash”

You laughed down the phone at the idiocy of your wife.

“I’m sorry too Alexia, I should’ve given you a chance to explain, the hormones are making me crazy at the moment”

“It’s ok amor I was stupid and I’m so sorry for that I just love you and pequeña and want to keep you safe. I watched your match and I think I had a heart attack when I saw you go down for the challenge”

“It scared me too, maybe I’m dramatic but I went to the toilet afterwards to check my underwear for any bleeding”

Alexia drew a breath at your words, fighting the urge to shout at you for being irresponsible and playing whilst pregnant. However, she withdrew and decided to offer comfort instead.

“I’m sorry y/n/n that must have been scary. I know I don’t like the fact that you’re going to play until the end but I understand why you want to and I know you’ll play without my blessing anyways but please just ask for a substitution next time you feel even a little bit scared”

“Of course I will mi amor I know you’re just protective of me and bebé and I love you for it but we’ll be ok. I promise after the World Cup finishes, I won’t play matches I’ll just train and we can tell Jona to shorten my exercise plan” you insisted

“Okay that sound good to me, I love you so much y/n and mi princesa”

“It could be a boy Ale” you laughed

“It could be but I have a feeling, call it ‘instinto maternal’”

“Ok bebita if you say so, te amo mucho”

“te quiero más, both of you” she replied

You hung up the phone with a smile, feeling instant relief wash over you as you’d made up with the mother of your child.

Placing a hand on your mostly flat stomach you whispered “I love you baby and so does Mama even if she’s a little bit overprotective sometimes”

Thank you for reading, Part 5 coming soon please leave any feedback in the comments or anything in the asks box! ❤️

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